Darzeth: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!
Denis: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.
Albert: Killed without hesitation.
Denis: No.
Kreek: We've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Russo will and will not eat.
Tanqr: Grass? Yes!
Kreek: Moss? Yes!!
Tanqr: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
Kreek: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
Tanqr: Worms? Sometimes!
Kreek: Rocks? Usually nah.
Tanqr: Twigs? Usually!
Kreek: Sabrina's cooking? Inconclusive!
Dj: How did you... test this?
Kreek: You just hand them stuff and say 'eat this' and if they eat it, they eat it.
Dj: ... I don't know how to feel about this.
Sabrina: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?
Russo: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.
Russo: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'
Sketch, motioning to a Halloween display: All these ghosts! All these ghosts! I still can't find a boo.
Bandi: Goodnight moon.
Bandi: Goodnight tree.
Bandi: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.
Denis: Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year... is me. That's right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed.
Preston: Do you take constructive criticism?
Briana: I only take cash or credit.
Kreek: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...
Dj, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!
Russo: How?
Dj: How what?
Russo: How could they be worse?
Dj: They couldn't, I lied.
Russo:
